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We are all sitting out on the deck enjoying the sunset and the fire burning in the fire pit. T and I have wanted to get away for a long time and finally had the time to cut loose and leave town for a while. We met Amy a few years back and have enjoyed her company. When time would allow we would meet and enjoy a dinner and night on the town, or just relax at one or the other's home watching a movie and sipping wine.

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Authors Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first part of my story, I'd suggest that you do so... The names (or most of them) have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. By the way, in case any of you are wondering after the end of this story, the answer is: "Yes, Cheryl is still a part of my life – even if we aren't roommates anymore."

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Charlie sighed and put her coffee cup in the sink. She hated these long, boring days....waiting and waiting for 5'o'clock to roll around. Then her husband would come home, greasy and hot from a long day at work. The thought of him working away under some hotrod made her tingle slightly. She bit her lip as hot, steamy thoughts of her mechanic husband sifted through her mind. She glanced at the clock, 4:45pm. Just another 15 minutes and he'd be coming home.

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We'd talked about this early on in our relationship. But that was maybe 10 years ago at best. Back when we were both young and really adventurous, especially where sex was concerned. It hadn't come up in conversation in a long time. It had suddenly made an appearance again late one night when we were sitting on the couch relaxing after a long day at work for both of us. There we sat, leaning back against the couch, facing one another, a wine glass in my hand and a beer in his.

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Sex was the last thing on my mind when I went to this one restaurant. The first time I went there was about a month ago with my visiting relatives from Washington state. They don't really get good food where they're from, so I decided to take them to a real Mexican restaurant. It was their last day here, and we were all kind of dressed up to celebrate. My aunt and uncle aren't really much to look at.

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Spicy... Unlike many people who get very stressed about travel, I have a somewhat philosophical attitude. Generally the type of travel that I do doesn't involve crawling under barbed wire, having to bribe officials, or having anyone shoot at me. And so I treat delays as minor inconveniences at worst, and opportunities for engaging with people I otherwise wouldn't at best. So an unanticipated overnight stay in a Heathrow hotel due to a cancelled flight, along with a whole lot of other stranded passengers, has left me sitting at the bar, wondering what the night has in store for me.

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In my world nothing is ever random even when it seems to be, because random in my world leads to chaos, uncontrollable chaos which seemed to follow me despite how cautious I could be at times both personally and professionally.

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I was having a really bad day. I was PMSing and being a total brat, so it's was no surprise when Ms. Slater, the girl's coach, told me to run a few extra laps after practice. I wasn't the only one, lucky for me. (Really lucky, as it turned out!) The other girl was Julia Rodriguez - a brown skinned girl I only knew from soccer. She didn't seem too bummed at having to do the extra laps, and we talked as we ran together.

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It was a freezing cold day. The three girls hurried along to Ashleigh's house, they had been sent home from school early as the heating had broken down and the classrooms were like freezers. They had chosen Ashleigh's house, as they knew that it would be empty and that there would be plenty of alcohol there. By the time they reached the front door, they were all shivering like mad; their nipples were hard and pressed against their school shirts.

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Trillions is where you go to get laid. It's not a private club, but you do have to look a certain way to get through the door. Well-groomed, is perhaps the most polite way to phrase it. I flatter myself that I do try and take care of my looks. While photographing models I've picked up a few hints and tips, and I'm not too modest to say that I've been mistaken for one of them on occasion. For your benefit, I'm five-seven tall in bare feet, trim figure, 34C bust, with shortish blonde hair. My eyes are clear blue, and I have very full, soft lips, or so I've been told.

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